Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Emily and was part of our 2017 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “Could I get a bag of ice?” That’s all anyone wanted. That, or a gallon of gas for their lawn mower. “That’ll be $3.83, sir” I replied. Most people presumed this shack-like…
This story is by Emily and was part of our 2017 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the Summer Writing Contest stories here. North Station was crowded with Boston commuters. It was always crowded at 7:30 on a Monday morning. Arthur Pennington went to cross an ankle over his knee when he realized his…
by Emily “Is he cute?” Amanda had asked me on the phone. “Well, yeah,” I said, zipping up my dress. “Is he nice?” “Yes,” I said. “Is he paying for dinner?” “He better be,” I answered, rubbing lipstick off my front teeth. “Then what’s the big deal?” “I haven’t dated a guy in nine months!” I…
